A dark land extends in all directions, with ghost qi soaring to the heavens.

True Monarch in Yellow Robe, holding a blood-stained wolf-toothed club, stood with his six sworn brothers, engaging in a heated discussion with others.

Just days earlier, the seven monsters of Wushan heard that Brother Ling Wenxuan planned to eradicate the Ghost King of Yasha, so they rushed from Wushan to assist, and were soon accepted by the other party.

True Monarch in Yellow Robe was overjoyed and couldn’t help but sigh at the opponent’s vast magnanimity!

But what unfolded next defied their expectations.

The battle was unfavorable today. The seven demons fought fiercely, only to be accused of being the Ghost King’s inside agents.

True Monarch in Yellow Robe spoke earnestly, looking at the imposing figure holding an ancient cauldron:

"Brother Ling! We genuinely came with good intentions!"

Ling Wenxuan merely nodded slightly, the celestial cauldron in his hand emitting a faint golden light, isolating the surrounding evil qi.

Beside him, a monk in a red robe stepped forward, his eyes like copper bells glaring at the seven, and coldly snorted:

"Nephew! Their kind cannot be trusted!"

"These demons, covered in scales and feathers, have long wreaked havoc in Wushan, why listen to their deceit? They came on their own initiative, surely colluding with the Ghost King, or else why such defeat today!"

"Ku Tou Tuo! Do not sow discord!"

True Monarch in Yellow Robe erupted in fury, striking the ground with his club, sending stone chips flying:

"Though we are of the Demon Race, we have never harmed a single mortal! Last time in Qingluo Valley, it was us who gathered the Spiritual Spring of Wushan to cure tens of thousands!"

"Yet you, didn’t you massacre the young Demon Race of Yunqi village a decade ago? Have you forgotten this?"

Ku Tou Tuo clasped his hands together, a golden Buddha Seal appearing in his palms: "A demon is a demon, its nature is unchangeable!"

In the midst of the stalemate, a cold female voice interjected. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Ling Su Xin of the Mount Emei Sect, holding a duster, clad in spotless white, cast a disdainful glance at the seven:

"Brother Ling, humans and demons are different, have you forgotten Sister Qian who fell at the hands of the Demon Race?"

Ling Wenxuan, known for treasuring what served him and discarding what didn’t, indeed held a regret for his late junior sister Qian!

Upon hearing this, his expression darkened instantly, and the celestial cauldron in his hand suddenly expanded, revealing mountain and river patterns, its heavy pressure enveloping the seven.

"Well! Well, Ling Wenxuan!"

True Monarch in Yellow Robe looked at the floating celestial cauldron, urgency in his eyes turning into piercing coldness, he laughed bitterly, his voice filled with grief and anger:

"We foresaw the great destiny, knowing you are heaven’s chosen, came seeking a bit of fortune, to aid you in vanquishing the Ghost King to accumulate merit, yet ended with the charge of inside agents! Serves us right for our unreciprocated goodwill, we’re leaving now!"

"Demons, having come, now wish to leave?"

Ku Tou Tuo was the first to act, the golden Buddha Seal crashing down like a wheel towards True Monarch in Yellow Robe:

"Today, in the name of heaven, we rid of this hidden threat!"

The remaining companions beside Ling Wenxuan moved simultaneously, flying swords, talismans, and magical treasures showered down like rain, clearly a preplanned agreement.

"Since you are unkind, don’t blame us for being unjust!"

True Monarch in Yellow Robe roared in anger, his body expanded, the yellow Daoist Robe tearing apart, transforming into a giant yellow lion, its mane exploding like flames.

True Monarch in White Deer transformed into a pure white divine deer, its antlers shooting out silver rays; True Monarch in Cloud Snake turned into a several hundred feet long misty serpent, spraying cold mist from its mouth...

In an instant, the seven demons simultaneously revealed their true forms, demonic energy soaring, clashing with Ling Wenxuan and his companions...

Yet, despite the Demon Race’s ferocity, they couldn’t match the specially assembled "Group of Seven" of the Five Major Sects.

Ling Wenxuan’s celestial cauldron suppressed the demonic energy, Ku Tou Tuo’s Buddha Seal was a nemesis to demons, Ling Su Xin’s Mount Emei Flying Sword targeted the demons’ vital points.

In less than half a stick of incense, True Monarch in White Deer’s left antler was severed by a flying sword, blood spraying; True Monarch in Cloud Snake’s vital seven-inch was struck by the Buddha Seal, scales falling off, exposing stark white bones.

"Ling Wenxuan! We sincerely wished to help, yet you are so heartless!"

True Monarch in Yellow Robe was struck on the back by the Zhenyue Cauldron, coughing up a golden essence blood, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.

He watched as Ling Wenxuan expressionlessly manipulated the celestial cauldron, its embossed mountain and river patterns forming chains that bound him tightly, finally realizing — they shouldn’t have come from the beginning.

"To cut grass, remove the roots."

Ling Wenxuan spoke indifferently, the Zhenyue Cauldron suddenly descended, accompanied by a tragic lion’s roar, True Monarch in Yellow Robe was crushed into a mist of blood.

The remaining six demon races fell one after another, their blood staining the underground rock, even their divine souls were utterly obliterated by Ku Tou Tuo’s Buddha Seal.

Meanwhile, above the Spiritual Eye of South Sea, the Mirage formed by Chen Sheng’s palm gradually dissipated.

He gazed at the rolling waves in the distance, sighing softly:

"A rare kind demon, knowing to align with the heavens, yet mistaking the child of fortune as an opportunity."

With Secret Technique of fate manipulation, he clearly saw Ling Wenxuan endowed with heavenly destiny, gathering the world’s fortune like a whale.

But this fortune also dispersed in different directions.

Aside from his seven companions sharing, there were also faintly hidden auras of eight Venerable Yin Deities in the void, all dispatched by the "One Mountain Four Sects" to protect the child of fortune, with their share taken.

Already too many mouths for little gruel, naturally outsiders couldn’t share a portion.

"The Five Sects control the net of the destiny, even their own Venerable Yin Deities don’t get enough to share the fortune, a group of Demon Race without backing, coming recklessly, isn’t it throwing yourselves into the net?"

Chen Sheng flicked his finger, shattering the water vapor in his palm, a hint of indifference flashing in his eyes:

"The game of fortune in this Bright World isn’t easy to ride, only with strength and background can one forge good ties."

Like the demon race on the path of seeking scripture, even if benevolent, without background, caught in this torrent of fortune, inevitably turn to dust.

...

At the same time, Chen Sheng, sitting cross-legged on the Spiritual Eye, was secretly plotting:

"Bamboo Mountain, the Outcasts True Immortal of He Sand, deeply understand the way of fortune, at the time when the child of fortune roams the world, are all frantically hiding!"

"The old monster of the Bamboo Mountain Sect hiding deep in the hundred-thousand bamboo forest refining his ’Bamboo-Hidden Sword Embryo’, the Patriarch of He Sand Dao closing himself for a hundred-year confinement, even leaving his Sect to disciples, not daring to involve in the fortune’s contest at all."

"Their luck was good, coincidentally catching the gap between the ascension of the former child of fortune and the rise of the latter."

"Decisively emerging, sweeping the outcasts with thunderous means, recruiting Loose Cultivators, seizing Spirit Veins, forcibly gathering a unique portion of fortune, finally riding the wave of fortune successfully ascending."

"This is a world firmly under the control of the net of fortune, everything dictated by destiny."

"Those who obey prosper, those who resist either become stepping stones for the child of destiny or targets for special ’attention’ by the heavenly court."

"If I wish to seamlessly integrate into the heavenly court’s system, and not be marked as an anomaly to be eliminated, I must walk the same path as Bamboo Mountain and He Sand."

Chen Sheng murmured in his heart, his tone carrying an undeniable resolve:

"In this case, Ling Wenxuan must ascend as soon as possible."

"Thus, it can leave me enough time and space on the surface to emerge and gather fortune."

"In that case, while the celestial mechanisms are chaotic, let me orchestrate a calamity for the outcasts!"